Portland Hipster Is Accidentally Served The Dish The Cook Keeps Under The Leaky Sink; Gives It Four Stars

The first time I ever tried ramen — real ramen, not the square blocks of dried noodles that got everybody through college — was at Momofuku Noodle Bar in New York City in 2010, while my husband and I were on our honeymoon. I’d read about the place, opened by superstar chef David Chang in 2004. Seeing as I’ve never been to Japan and, as far as I knew at the time, Maine was lacking in Japanese ramen, it was pretty much imperative that my husband and I go. We both got the house ramen, a gigantic bowl of broth and house-made noodles, topped with pork belly and shoulder, egg, scallions, nori and other delights. We ate as much as we could, and afterwards, we floated down the street to our next destination, high on a cloud of pork-infused happiness. (read more at Bangor Daily News)